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202 · Apr 2019
Muffler
Desamor Apr 2019
what’s the point of life
if you never get to live it?
whats the point of love
if you cannot to cherish it?
144 · Apr 2019
Forefront
Desamor Apr 2019
At night, red and clear embrace,
around a withered body they blend.
The battle begins when I close my eyes,
in the dead of night it ends.

— The End —